intimate raze "the written word is an attempt at completeness when there is no one impatiently awaiting you in a dimly lit bedroom — awaiting your tales of the day, as the healing hands of someone who *knew* turn to you and touch you, and you lose yourself so completely in another that you are momentarily delivered from yourself. whispering across the pillow comes a kind voice that might tell you how to get out of difficulties, from someone who might mercifully detach you from your complications. when there is no matching of lives, and we live on a strict diet of the self, the most intimate bond can be with the words that we write." — morrissey 230612 what's it to you? who go blather from